Chapter 1585： Falling Stars

"Sir! The enemy is next to me!" Leaning on the wall, listening to the dense gunfire and screams next door, a lieutenant colonel with a QR code tattooed on his forehead said grimly, clutching the communicator.

Inside the headset, General Andre’s anxious command sound came: "Break through! I order you to break through! As the commander-in-chief, I order you to break through!"

"It's too late! I'm ready! For Ailan Hill!" The lieutenant colonel took off his headset and looked at the guards in front of him.

"The enemy is close at hand! When they get rid of the people outside, it's our turn..." the lieutenant colonel said, "When they really rush in, we won't be able to hold on for ten seconds."

"Rather than giving it to them for nothing, let's have a spectacular ending." He said as he walked to the corner and lifted the canvas.

There, two heavy artillery shells of 280 mm caliber were stacked, and there were densely packed grenades and landmines between the two shells.

"Gentlemen! For Ellen Hill!" The lieutenant colonel tore a grenade from his waist, pulled off the safety ring, and threw it into the grenade.

Several guards also took out grenades from their waists, opened the safety ring, and calmly looked at the door of the room.

"Boom!" After an explosion, a sweeper rushed in, and then more sweepers rushed into the room and threw down the guards holding grenade in their hands.

"Boom!" The grenade exploded, detonating all the explosives in the entire room, and the huge explosions continued one after another, one after another.

The room began to collapse, the boulder smashed down the soldiers who buried the hero and the guards, and the whole world fell silent, and there was no more sound.

A few kilometers away from this position, Andre was in the bunker, holding the phone and holding the binoculars and looking at the place with thick smoke in the distance.

A huge explosion lifted part of the top cover of the distant position, and a larger explosion occurred afterwards, and the ground under his feet was trembling non-stop.

It was the detonated ammunition detonation that was dying. Many soldiers and commanders chose to use this method to destroy themselves and the enemy in front of them at the last moment.

Such explosions continued all the time. During the explosion, the flagpole on the far position began to fall, and the black Ailan Hill Empire Eagle Flag also fell.

"Boom!" The swaying explosion of the ground caused huge thick smoke to roll from the distant position, as if a small nuclear weapon had hit the target.

Position 5 is over... Watching the black smoke from this huge explosion roll in the sky, everyone knows that it has completely fallen over there.

Like the previously occupied positions No. 8, 12, and 13, they were completely occupied.

"Asshole!" The phone in his hand fell to the ground, and Andre felt his heart aches terribly. He lost some commanders, some brave soldiers, and an important position.

"It seems that within today, we are going to die here." With arms hung on his chest, Adair, who was seriously injured, walked in. His huge body seemed a little cramped here, so he could only casually. Find a seat and sit down.

"Our ammunition is still sufficient, but the drop is very severe." The adjutant paid a military salute to General Adair who walked in, and then reported to Andre and Adair together: "There have been large-scale ammunition every hour recently. The arsenal was destroyed, and the number of artillery was sharply reduced."

"The enemy is attacking the core fortress, and the fighting in the underground tunnel began an hour ago." The adjutant handed a tablet to Andre: "Fortress No. 3 is undergoing fierce fighting. It is estimated that there will be a battle soon. It turned out."

"Suddenly!" The fierce blasting sound never stopped. Behind the breast wall piled with grain, the grenadiers were pouring ammunition desperately to prevent the opponent from advancing.

Inside the tunnel, the originally bright lights were constantly flickering, and the phenomenon of power instability began to appear.

Although the power provided by nuclear fusion reactors is powerful, as the battle progresses, the power supply voltage in some theaters has begun to fluctuate.

"Ammunition! Ammunition! The machine gun is about to run out of bullets!" An officer squatted behind the sandbag, and saw through the gap that the bodies of the cleaners shot down by the machine gun piled higher and higher, shouting loudly.

Behind him, a robot responsible for transporting ammunition had just been knocked down by the explosion and was paralyzed on the ground, unable to move.

Around this paralyzed robot, there were messy bullet casings and empty ammunition boxes everywhere. The plastic bullet chains and metal bullet casings were too late to clean up, so they were piled up on the ground, looking like piles of rubbish.

"The enemy has come up! Bazooka! Bazooka launch!" On the other side, the soldiers shouted loudly, and then a huge explosion came from the distance of the tunnel.

The rocket hit the subway train car that was paralyzed in the tunnel, and then blew up that car, and also lifted off the attacking Sweeper soldiers on both sides of the car.

With this group of explosions, several soldiers bent over to adjust their shooting positions and withdrew from the direction closer to the enemy.

"I have no bullets!" a soldier shouted to his companion looking at the empty ammunition bag.

The companion gestured helplessly, inserted the last magazine on his weapon, and replied loudly: "I am the last magazine too! Damn it!"

They don't have powered mechas, so there are no electromagnetic rifles to use. After all, electromagnetic rifles need energy to supply power. Without the power of an exoskeleton, an ordinary soldier cannot control bulky electromagnetic weapons.

"Cover me! I'll go back and see if I can find more ammunition!" The soldier without bullets helped his helmet on top of his head and exhorted his companion.

Then he carried his weapon and bent over and ran back. After not running two steps, he was hit by a beam of energy from behind and exploded into a torn corpse.

The blood even splashed on his companion's face. This tragic picture made the logistics soldiers temporarily formed into combatants somewhat unacceptable.

But fortunately, they have been fighting on the front line for a few hours, and they are no longer the kind of inexperienced rookie recruits. They will not vomit at the corpse, nor will their faces pale because of the smell of brains in the air, nor will they apologize for stepping on their companion's arm or thigh head.

In short, they don't care about anything anymore, they only have to fight, fighting with the enemy life and death.

Such scenes, in the past, the caretaker would only see it on the truly desperate orphans of civilization who were completely at a disadvantage and could not struggle for a long time.

When encountering guards, these civilizations tend to be arrogant and underestimate the enemy, and then struggle, until the very end, when nothing can be changed, they will be hysterical and tragic counterattack.

But now, when the war broke out, the Ailan Hill Empire had this kind of tragic and solemn taste. The clone soldiers' fighting style, which would rather die than surrender, also made the guards feel tricky.

This is really just the beginning of the war! They just broke into the first planet! The enemy's desperate fight like this really surprised them.

"Tutututu!" He picked up his rifle and knocked down a sweeper soldier who rushed up to the ground. The soldier hiding behind the sandbag wiped a hand of blood from his face and subconsciously touched his tactical vest.

He didn't touch the grenade or the magazine on it. His remaining weapons were no longer enough to support him to continue fighting!

"What about the ammunition? Where is the ammunition?" He asked a comrade not far away through several sandbags.

The comrade-in-arms did not turn his head, and replied loudly: "There is no ammunition! They should have delivered the ammunition a few minutes ago! Damn it!"

"Boom!" The electromagnetic tank supporting this defensive position was finally overwhelmed, was hit and caught fire and paralyzed in place.

The front armor of the electromagnetic tank, which has run out of energy and cannot use the magic defense barrier, has been hit dozens of times. The entire tank is covered with craters and bullet marks, just like an artistic sculpture.

It has been here for 15 minutes, relying on the sandbags in front and various defensive methods to block hundreds of attacking sweepers.

Now, it finally exploded and caught fire, the electromagnetic machine gun on the tank was silent, and the electromagnetic gun no longer roared.

When the tank ignited the flames, the Sweeper's troops had already rushed up. They unscrupulously crossed the collapsed sandbag trenches and launched a charge along the rails towards the position of the Ailan Hill Empire defenders.

"Upper bayonet!" An officer with a bandage on his forehead drew a multi-purpose bayonet from his waist and inserted it into his muzzle.

Behind him, another soldier drew the bayonet from his waist with the same skill and inserted it into his weapon.

"Long live my emperor! Ailan Hill will live forever!" The officer stood up first and jumped out of the trenches filled with sandbags in the direction of the enemy: "Follow me!"

"Long live your majesty! Long live Ailan Hill!" Another soldier stood up, shouting and collided with the sweeper soldiers who were already close at hand.

His bayonet pierced the enemy's chest, and the enemy's sharp palms had already ripped open his body.

The battle on the surface position is also going on fiercely, and the main defense position of Fort No. 3 is already in a mess. The trenches here are no longer what they were, and the bunkers here have all been blown up.

Countless Sweepers crowded around the Destroyer tanks are filling this position, and the battle has basically been won.

"Hello? Hello? Yes! The bombardment coordinates 48-61! Yes 48-61! That's right!" On a battlefield, a soldier of the Ailan Hill Empire overlooked the swarming enemies while beating. The communication equipment is too easy to use, shouted.

Inside the headset, the voice of the officer of the artillery command rang: "I checked the coordinate parameters, that is the coordinates of your position! You must be mistaken! Recalculate the coordinates! You can probably estimate the position!"

The soldier holding the communicator wiped a handful of blood from his face, gritted his teeth and continued to request: "Repeat! I didn't report a mistake! The enemy is right in front of us! Fire! Fire at my position!"

He saw the Sweeper soldiers who had turned into the trenches and began to occupy this position, and shouted in despair: "The coordinates are 48-61! I have no bullets! Don't leave my body to the enemy! Please!"

"...Farewell, brother!" After a short period of sinking, the officer's voice came from the other side of the phone in a low voice.

"For Ailan Hill!" The soldier dropped the phone in his hand and stared at the Sweeper soldier staring at him in front of him, with a relieved expression on his face.

"For Ailan Hill!" In the earphones at his feet, the officer screamed solemnly: "Coordinates 48-61! Cover shooting!"

"Coordinates 48-61! Fire!" In the turret, a gunner holding the phone commanded loudly.

The artillery that had been loaded a long time ago roared into the sky in the next second. A heavy gun with a 280 mm caliber quickly recoiled, and the muzzle expelled flames that obscured the sky.

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"Report!" An officer walked into Chris' office. After he stood up and saluted, he handed a message to Chris with a white gloved hand: "Your Majesty! Five minutes ago, General Andre lit The ammunition depot in the core fortress...General Andre and Adair were martyred..."

"Send the obituary... to inform the entire army, and... at the funeral, Desaier announced that a new planet will be named for Andre." Chris froze for a moment, then waved his hand and drove the officer out. Has his own office.

For a long time, he sat in an office chair, did not read the complicated report documents, did not ask technical questions, just sat in his own position, letting time pass by.

I don't know how long it took, Bud pushed the door again and walked in, standing in front of Chris without speaking.

Chris waited for Bude to speak, waited for a long time but did not wait for Bude's voice, so he put away his sluggish gaze from the desktop, cast his gaze to Bude, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The destroyer fleet deployed in the new No. 6 area used orbital bombing. The bombing site was on Planet 1 in the new No. 6 area of ​​the empire... There is the residence of the regional governor." Bud lowered his head and said something that made Christopher. Things I can't believe.

At this moment, Chris even thought he was ridiculous. In a short period of time, there were two things that embarrassed him.

"Rebellion?" Chris frowned, Bud could feel that the surrounding air seemed to be solidifying.

You know, Chris is not only an emperor of the empire, he is also a magician, a terrifying powerhouse. When his mood fluctuates, the coercion is real, not a person's illusion.

"Yes! Your Majesty!... Another unfortunate news... General Cisse, who is presiding over the work in the new 6th district... I am afraid it will be worse." Bud lowered his head and said a news that made Chris even more angry.

The bold general from the grassland, the general who descended from Chris to unite on the grassland to pacify Arante, just inexplicably...was martyred.

He did not die in the hands of the enemy, but fell to the hands of a group of traitors.

"Crack!" Chris grabbed the pen in his hand and slammed it directly on the floor.